Found a Black Figurine

Found A Black Figurine Found a familiar figurine Which was black and not green And to me it meant so much Full of feeling in its each touch. Like hearts and things often do Black figurine was broken into And on floor all the pieces laid; One for each memory it made. So things are still not the same; Who should receive the blame; Did not place on mantel properly Only person I should blame is me. That was a truly emotional story she told about the black figurine at our Poetry Revisited get together. Jim Horn